"Hehe, I'm Yan Ming! I'm entrusted by someone today, so I'll be killed by the dog!" Yan Ming looked at Wang An in a silence and said.

"Yan Ming! You are Yan Ming, a traitor from the King of Hell Palace!"

When Wang An heard the word Yan Ming, his eyes hopped and he stared at the other party nervously.

The Hall of Hell is a second-rate demon sect in the southern region. Yan Ming is their traitor. It is said that because he stole the core skills of the Eye King Hall, he has been hunted down by the Hall of Hell.

After Yan Ming rebelled out of the Hall of Hell, he committed all kinds of evil in the Southern Region, burned, killed, and plundered, and took both good and evil, so this person was notorious in the entire Southern Region.

However, Yan Ming has the cultivation of a false pill, so even ordinary foundation-building cultivators cannot take him down. As for the golden pill monk, they don’t care about him, just a minion, so he has been doing well over the years.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

The traitor has always been a pain in Yan Ming's heart. At this moment, Wang An said that he was a traitor, and he was immediately furious.

I saw him raise his hands and two ink-colored lights shot towards Wang An.

Feeling the other party's powerful aura, the vast aura, Wang An's face changed, his body blurred, and his whole person moved three meters.

"Puff!"

The two rays of light flashed and sank directly into the soil. Two terrifying small holes as thick as thumbs appeared where the light disappeared.

Wang An's eyes sterned, and a powerful aura surged from his body. A yellow halo instantly lingered on him. His skin turned into a simple brass color in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, you are not simple! This momentum is not inferior to that of the twelve-level foundation building person!" Yan Ming looked at Wang An unexpectedly.

"Hmph, but you can't do anything to me with your ability!" Yan Ming squeezed out a smile on his face.

After saying that, Yan Ming slapped his waist and a three-inch black flag suddenly floated in front of him.

Suddenly, Yan Ming was muttering something in his mouth, and saw a small banner in front of him pointing his finger. The banner was long in the wind and turned into more than three feet in an instant. There was a huge bone and skull pattern in the middle, surrounded by mysterious runes.

A cold and terrifying aura instantly enveloped the surroundings, and a shrill scream came faintly on the banner.

"Hehe, try the power of my Hundred Soul Banner!"

Yan Ming pointed his finger, and the ink-colored Hundred Soul Banner in the air moved. In an instant, a gust of cold wind blew, and black air rushed out of the Hundred Soul Banner in the air with a whistling sound.

This black air is cold and weird, with hundreds of rays. Each black air has a shrill scream. It seems that every black air is an extremely cruel ghost!

The Soul-Summoning Banner is a terrifying magic weapon of the Demon Sect. This magic weapon is extremely vicious and must be collected to become powerful.

There are also very strict requirements for the souls of monks. Generally, only the souls of monks who build foundations or above can be collected.

Yan Ming's Hundred Soul Banner must have absorbed the souls of no less than a hundred foundation-building cultivators to have the power they are now.

"Hmph! It's a good thing!"

Wang An's face remained unchanged. He saw his hands raising, and suddenly the sky burst into a thunder and lightning struck the evil spirits in an instant.

"Ahhhh!"

The moment lightning touched the black gas, a shrill scream came from the black gas. The screams were sharp and harsh, making people creepy.

"Ah, you are a thunder cultivator!" Yan Ming was suddenly startled by this scene.

"Haha, it's a surprise!" Wang An looked at the other party calmly.

"Hmph, although the thunder spell is the nemesis of my fierce soul, you are a small second-level monk in the foundation building.

Yan Ming said disapprovingly, and saw his finger pointing, and a trace of spiritual energy instantly poured into the Hundred Soul Banner in the air. The next moment, the vague evil ghosts once again flashed with black halos and rushed towards Wang An.

"snort!"

"Golden Thunder Booms!"

"Sky Fire God Thunder!"

Wang An snorted coldly, and saw his hands raising, and a gold and red lightning instantly dropped from the air.

This lightning is like a huge net, with lightning flashing and its spirit soaring into the sky.

"No! This is a perfect thunder spell!"

Seeing Wang An's momentum, Yan Ming's eyelids twitched, and he shouted in his heart that he was about to be hit. It was too late to withdraw his evil spirit.

"Crack!"

"Ho, ah!"

After a loud noise, the air screamed loudly, and the evil spirits seemed to have been put into a panic and exploded. They panicked and fled everywhere.

"You actually dare to hurt my evil spirit!" Seeing the Hundred Soul Banner whose demonic energy faded, Yan Ming was furious as if he was furious.

"Hundreds of ghosts return to their posts! The ghosts will appear!"

Yan Ming was muttering something in his mouth and made mysterious magic tricks in his hand. The Hundred Soul Banner emitted a cold and heart-wrenching atmosphere with Yan Ming's magic tricks.

In the blink of an eye, all the evil spirits gathered together, and a tall human-shaped evil spirit gradually formed in the air. The evil spirit seemed to have begun to look like a real shape.

His body emitted a breath that was approaching the false pill, and his eyes were empty and dark, and Wang An suddenly felt a dangerous aura.

"go!"

Yan Ming pointed his finger and the human-shaped ghost rushed towards Wang An with a powerful yin energy.

Wang An's face turned stern, and cast a spell again to drop lightning and lightning on him. The human-shaped ghost's body shook and he took over Wang An's perfect spell safely.

Immediately afterwards, Wang An felt uneasy, and the evil ghost waved his arms gently and clapped Wang An softly.

It seemed light and fluttering, but the wind in the air was blowing, and a momentum that was as heavy as Mount Tai directly pressed over.

"not good!"

Wang An exclaimed, and the ancestor witch Chaos Art started to operate quickly, and his move was like lightning. Several heavy fist shadows directly met him.

"Boom!"

After a shocking sound, Wang An flew out directly.

"This ghost thing is so terrible!"

Wang An stood up with a rusty face, and saw that he was in a mess, his clothes were torn, revealing his brassy skin.

"You are not dead!" Yan Ming was stunned when he saw Wang An climbing up, and said in surprise.

"Hehe, isn't it a surprise?" Wang An looked at the safe and sound human-shaped ghost, his eyes flashing.

The attack just now was indeed powerful. If it weren't for the advancement of the copper body, Wang An would not be sure of the next step.

"Hmph, I think you can take a few more moves!" Yan Ming said, and the dull human-shaped ghost in the air rushed towards Wang An again.

Facing the fiercely aggressive human-shaped ghost, Wang An seemed to be frightened and stood there expressionlessly.

Seeing that this human-shaped ghost was approaching Wang An, a smug smile appeared on the corner of Wang An's mouth.
Chapter completed!